As soon as Dongli came back, he went to find Lingse, and the excitement in that body made Dongli feel very real.

But when he got there, the old trees had withered, and there were so many withered flowers all over the ground. The body's heart beat faster and faster, and then the whole person ran towards one. After running for a while, what came into view was a fiery red back.

San Qianluo slowly turned her head and smiled a little gloomy, "It's a pity, she thought you killed her until she died, and she hated you until she died." ”

Dongli rushed forward uncontrollably, but Sanqianluo was just a phantom at this time, and it shattered as soon as it hit.

There was no eye-catching figure under the ancient tree, nor was there that touching laughter.

Dongli knelt on the cliff and shouted the name heartbreakingly, over and over again, until his voice was hoarse.

This feeling of heartbreak was transmitted to Dongli at all.

Suddenly, it was dark, there was no howling sea breeze, and there was no biting cold. There was a tingling sensation in his knees, and when Dongli opened his eyes, there was a pure white figure standing in front of him, tall, very tall, a little abnormally tall, right? Oh! It turned out that he was kneeling.

Dongli prayed to the frowning man in front of him in that hoarse voice, "Please, please...... You are the patriarch of the Wu Clan, you will definitely be able to unlock the seal of the Soul Sea! Lingser saved you! Have you forgotten?!"

The man squatted down in great embarrassment, "Since the seal was sealed, there has never been an example of this clan being unsealed! Besides, if the seal is really unsealed, it may not be Lingseer who is released, but there may be other terrible ......."

"I've never begged anyone else," Dongli hung his head, "I only beg you this time, save her......"

The man got up in embarrassment, walked into the house, and coldly closed the door.

Dongli's eyes were sour, and tears fell down one by one. At this time, San Qianluo didn't know where to come from, and sneered: "The dignified demigod clan, extremely noble, actually came here to kneel down to a mortal!"

Dongli stood up and crossed the Sanqianluo.

San Qianluo seemed to be deliberately provoking himself, he looked like he was causing trouble, "Hate me, right?!Come on, break the seal, let's fight vigorously! If you can kill me, I have nothing to say, if you can't kill me, Lao Tzu will be free!"

Dongli gave him a vicious look, but that look was full of forbearance.

If you succeed, all the hard work of the demigods will be in vain, and what will happen to the peace of the world...... Once this kind of fierce beast is unsealed, I am afraid that it will be difficult for someone to subdue him.

The Wu clan patriarch he could think of didn't help him, and no one seemed to be able to help him. What could he do, seeing Lingse lying alone at the bottom of the lonely, icy seabed?

Dongli walked a little way, and suddenly turned back and knocked on the door. Hua Yi personally came to open the door, and Dongli in front of the door took a step forward and asked softly: "I begged you for the last time, are you willing to do it?"

Hua Yi shook his head resolutely.

Dongli smiled, gentle as jade, unparalleled in the world.

"Thank you. - Do you want to know how far the demigods can go?"

Hua Yi frowned, "Don't be impulsive. ”

"It's just a joke. Dongli turned and left.

As it turned out, he wasn't joking.

On that day, even Sanqianluo, a neuropath, looked at him with some fear. The purpose of Sanqianluo is to break the seal, but the purpose of Zhan Che is to make a big fuss about the sea of souls.

Zhan Che stood on the edge of the cliff, the rolling sea breeze blowing him like a flag.

Dongli felt that his body was getting more and more painful, and it was the kind that started to hurt from the deepest part, as if all his strength was used to lift a heavy object. That heavy object is the enchantment of the Sea of Locked Souls.

Zhan Che stirred up the whole pitch-black water, and as time passed, a lot of unbridled laughter rushed out of the bottom of the sea, and he himself began to bleed, but he continued. When most of his demidivine power was almost consumed, a small point of light floated up.

Zhan Che, who had lost most of his half-divine power, fell on the cliff, and he stretched out his hands with great difficulty to catch that point of light. The light fell on his palm, and Zhan Che's eyelids were heavy and said to his palm: "I will give you the rest of the divine power, and protect yourself in the next life." It's because I can't stand you, and the soul you've cultivated for two hundred years is broken......"

When Hua Yi and the others arrived, only the sea of soul locks whose seals had been broken and Zhan Che, who had died, were left, and there was a small spot of light and a pair of black jade bracelets next to his corpse.

Hua Yi gently held this small point of light blessed by divine power, and said sadly: "Lao Tzu's Soul Sea......! That's it, bring this soul back to Junyang, take care of it, and when the time comes, you can cultivate a physical body. ”

The person behind him was puzzled: "But the master, who is this cultivated thing for?" ”

Hua Yi looked at the small light spot, and said with some regret: "Zhan Che, this fool took his life, but in exchange for this mere third life, it is really my Wu clan's soul lock sea is powerful." At the last banquet, there was a young man surnamed Wang, who was good, and gave him a task to nurture the body cultivated by this soul until this soul was gone. ”

"Yes!"

What happened later was nothing more than what the Wu clan spent a hundred years doing to clean up the mess for Zhan Che.

After Zhan Che's death, Dongli returned to reality from the dream.